Dream Big
It has been quite some time, but it seems suitable to write now. I have returned from visiting old friends I would have seen had I attended Sebastian's wake.
His passing has prompted me to re-evaluate much. In addition, I find myself at loose ends these days, with my daughter away and my thesis done. I've made some slight adjustments (as though I am a car). It occurs to me that dreaming big is the key. I've been caught in a rut of what I imagine is possible. I leave out so much. The little things like: drums--I always wanted to play the drums, but never thought I could (too expensive, etc); hang gliding; travel. And so on and so on. I convince myself that my finances, my talents and my interests are limited.
I saw my high school teacher from 20 years ago. We looked at the newspapers that we had then made. I forgot that I drew cartoons, like this one:
I made myself laugh, years later. The erasure of time is shocking.
So I'm taking a friend's advice and setting limits rather than standards, but I'm not setting limits on my dreams...anymore.
His passing has prompted me to re-evaluate much. In addition, I find myself at loose ends these days, with my daughter away and my thesis done. I've made some slight adjustments (as though I am a car). It occurs to me that dreaming big is the key. I've been caught in a rut of what I imagine is possible. I leave out so much. The little things like: drums--I always wanted to play the drums, but never thought I could (too expensive, etc); hang gliding; travel. And so on and so on. I convince myself that my finances, my talents and my interests are limited.
I saw my high school teacher from 20 years ago. We looked at the newspapers that we had then made. I forgot that I drew cartoons, like this one:
I made myself laugh, years later. The erasure of time is shocking.
So I'm taking a friend's advice and setting limits rather than standards, but I'm not setting limits on my dreams...anymore.
posted by Melanie at 10:51 AM
